At this point, Luke changed the subject: "But now I must ask you to leave this store immediately and not continue to interfere with the normal business of the store."
Both men and women shouted, "Don't even think about it. You, a black policeman, are here to be a thug for the rich."
As he spoke, the man raised his hand to grab Luke's collar.
Luke raised his hand slowly to block, and pushed the man's chest, pushing him two steps away: "If you do it again, I will sue you for assaulting a police officer... Wow, what is this?"
He looked at the ground with a teasing expression.
After the man was pushed away by him, a roll of US dollars suddenly fell out from his clothes on his chest and landed at his feet.
The eyes of the onlookers also fell on the roll of US dollars, and they all exclaimed "Wow" and so on.
"That's about two thousand dollars, right?" Luke smiled and stared into the man's eyes. "Now tell me, what do you want to do with all this cash? Because I suspect you might want to use it to trade in illegal drugs."
Everyone looked at the man in the lead.
No one thought that Luke was seeking revenge.
That's a roll of 100 US dollars in denomination, and one roll has almost 20 notes, which is 2,000 US dollars.
In the United States, people who carry rolls of large amounts of U.S. dollars are basically traffickers or people doing black business.
The man's face was stiff, and he quickly picked up the dollar: "This is my own savings that I just withdrew. You have no right to interfere."
Luke laughed: "Then wait a minute."
Selina, who had been checking the information of the troublemakers outside, came over and handed him the phone.
He checked the content and asked, "Mr. Larry Foxon, right? Your bank records show that you have no large withdrawals in a month, and you have even been unemployed for half a year. Where did your savings come from?"
The onlookers once again let out bursts of wows.
For Americans who don't like saving money but are keen on spending in advance, it is extremely rare to find someone who has been unemployed for half a year and still has two thousand US dollars in cash.
It's like someone showing up at a murder scene with a bloody weapon in his hand. Although it can't be proved that he is the criminal, the suspicion is sky-high.
The man became even more flustered: "You, you are talking nonsense! I, I found a job, and this is the salary I just received."
Luke's smile became more obvious. "Really? But the police records show that you were arrested and imprisoned three months ago on charges of burglary. You were just released on parole a month ago. What is your new job? Judging from your efficiency in making money, you have at least found a job with a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan."
The spectators were in an uproar.
How could a person who was imprisoned for theft and is still on parole immediately find a job with a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan
The man was completely overwhelmed by the information.
His face was livid, his eyes were erratic, he didn't dare to look Luke in the eye, he turned around and walked away: "You are talking nonsense, I don't want to talk to you."
Luke didn't stop him.
He really didn't want to get involved in this kind of protest that didn't involve directly smashing up the store.
If it were any other pastry shop, he wouldn't bother.
But there were so many people causing trouble that the population density in the police station’s holding cell was almost as high as that of a train carriage during China’s Spring Festival travel rush.
Arresting dozens of people for such minor incidents would put the police officers in the detention room in a difficult position.
He simply turned his gaze toward the woman. "Ms. Mary Johnson, would you like me to read you your police record? It's quite a long one."
The woman's face was full of fear, and she turned around and ran away.
Luke's gaze did not linger on her. Instead, with the powerful momentum of knocking out two people in a row, he swept his gaze towards the crowd that had come to the store to protest.
Most of these people showed fear and walked out of the store quickly.
In fact, Selina had only checked the information of the leaders for the time being, but from the way these people were dressed and behaved, Luke was sure that few of them had clean backgrounds.
A group of thieves and robbers came to the pastry shop to cause trouble. It was not done out of justice when you think about it.
The few who didn't leave looked hesitant.
Luke ignored them.
How can these few people compete with the dozens of customers outside in gaining public support
As he said, a pastry shop is a place of business, not a charity.
Lucy and other shop assistants had no right to give away the pastries for free; they were the store's property, not theirs.
He smiled and turned around. "It looks like there's no one in line now. Can I buy some cakes? I'm counting on them for lunch today."
Lucy nodded repeatedly: "I'll get it for you right away."
As customers re-entered the store, Luke came out carrying several large boxes of cakes.
After getting in the car, Selina chuckled: "Should we thank those guys who protested just now? If it weren't for them, we definitely wouldn't be able to buy so many cakes."
Luke: "Yes, yes, thanks to the rogues for helping us drive away the customers in line, saving time and pastries."
Selina had already opened a box, took out a piece of Napoleon cake and started eating it. She also gave one to Gold Nugget, feeling very satisfied. "Fortunately, we are not patrolmen, otherwise we would have to deal with this kind of shit for the next two days."
Luke hummed in agreement.
In the police work, boring tasks always account for the majority, especially for patrol officers.
More often than not, ordinary patrol officers just waste their day watching and wasting time, rather than solving problems with guns.
Fortunately, he and Selena are in the serious crime squad, so most of the time they don't have to deal with these things.
Driving to the police station, Luke leaned against the door and knocked: "Boss, don't tell me you haven't had lunch yet."
Elsa said a few more words, put down the phone, and leaned back in her chair helplessly: "I estimate that in less than two years, I will have to switch to administration. Dustin has pushed a lot of administrative work to me these past two days. Do you know how annoying it is?"
Luke waited for Selina to come in, then closed the door with a smile: "Wow, don't say that. If you keep going like this, you'll be promoted to captain before you're forty. What's wrong with that?"
Elsa opened the box he had put down, took out a piece of tiramisu and started eating it, sighing with satisfaction: "This is still delicious. But if I stay in the office and eat this every day, I will definitely become a 200-pound fat man before I am forty."
Luke: "Then arrange some fitness classes for yourself. Don't you always have combat training and yoga classes?"
Elsa: "Since the last earthquake, combat training has been suspended, and now I guess yoga classes will also be suspended."
Luke was speechless.
Elsa: "I have a lot of cases backlogged recently, but don't spend too much time on any of them except for the ones I greeted you on."
Luke: "I see, then let's go out..."
At this time, his phone rang.
As he took out his phone, he looked toward Dustin's office because that was the ringtone of Dustin calling.